Testo Goit

Realising your mortality
Makes me feel weak inside
I cannot dwell, I cannot think
I can no longer hide
The rumination must be contained
Or rather, removed
Distractions
Spasms Terror
Death
It all happened
It all happened

There's nothing left
Nothing to assume
It's not about me
It's all about you
There's nothing left
Nothing to assume
It's not about me
It's all about you